Fake Truth

He was too fast for me to even attempt at stopping him. Stepping forward till he was towering over me so closely, he clamped his hand over my mouth, stopping the words that had formed at the tip of my tongue from being uttered. The force with which he had done it had my back pressed up against the wall, and I was too surprised to get out of his grip.

"Shut. Up."

My eyes widened. I stared into his dark green orbs as they pierced mine. My heart pumped loudly, too loudly, and I was a little scared that he was able to hear it. Yet, Damien didn't let go of me. The ferocity in his eyes washed away by a heat that wasn't at all aggressive.

Thump.

The emotions of anger were replaced by guilt. Searching my eyes in a way that made me want to hide away from him, he whispered, "I never meant to hurt you."

Thump-thump.

"I know I did. And I'm so sorry."

Thumpthumpthump.

His breath was cool against my face, unlike the very position we were in right now. It took me a while to realize that I wasn't breathing normally. One of my hands lightly rested on the one that Damien had trapped my mouth with, softly prying it away. But that wasn't reason enough to make either of us to create a distance between us, as we probably should have.

Instead, I ended up smiling at him and saying, "I know."

Damien was the first to pull away. Taking a step back, he broke his gaze from mine and looked back at my desk. "We should...probably get started."

"Yeah." I still felt a little dazed by what had happened but sprung into action. Crossing the room quickly, I sorted through the mess of homework, papers and books on my desk to find the files that Damien had given me.

"You know, being disorganized works out as a disadvantage for you, especially in senior year." He sounded critical as he watched me dig through with a frown on his face. Quick change of subject, but handy.

"Mhm," I hummed sarcastically, glancing over at my shoulder at him. "And this is the nerdy side of you speaking, right?"

Damien didn't smile. But he didn't seem to mind my light teasing and shrugged. "I'm only being practical." He paused as he watched me move the files to the bed, where I preferred to work. "And besides, Katie Collins isn't really my girlfriend."

Eyebrows rising, I stared at him. "Really, is that why everyone says she is then?"

"She told the others that I'm her boyfriend, and I decided to go with it since she'd told practically everyone we both knew. And she's one of my fans. I don't like to disappoint." He winked at me, that cheesy grin returning to his face.

Relief flooded through me, knowing the Damien I'd first met had returned.

"So why did you even-"

"I tutor her," he stated simply, something else that caused the shock in me to rise. "And, I only have one more week to go before I finish. Which means, I'll be single once again in a week."

I smiled, shaking my head to myself.

"But don't you get your hopes up sweetie, I still have a lot of my other fans to tend to." He nudged me on the hip, scooting closer to me on the bed.

The Real Makayla Summers would have snapped at him but I was soaking myself in this fun side of Damien. I liked him more this way...even though a part of me was dying to know the boy behind the mask. 

We spent the next hour working on the project. When it came down to doing some work, Damien was deadly serious and didn't joke at all. And we both worked hard together, getting quite some work done before relaxing.

Flexing my hands after continually typing the report for a long time, I let out a groan. "Finally! We're done for the day!"

"Now, for some fun." Damien grinned evilly, returning back to "fun-Dayday". I rolled my eyes at him and stood up, announcing, "I'm going down to make some sandwiches for lunch."

"I offer my help," he said courteously and followed me out of the room with a grin. "So what did happen between you and Leo?" He asked curiously and surprisingly, with a calm tone.

"Not on that again," I sighed.

"I won't get angry, promise."

"You mean you won't get jealous," I shot over my shoulder, sticking my tongue out in a teasing manner.

"I was not jealous," he replied grudgingly. "I was just angry with you because you were acting like a total prick."

I coughed. "Damien, are you sure you aren't talking about yourself?" He shot me a deathly glare before entering the kitchen as we started working on making some chicken sandwiches. It didn't take too much time, and I skipped upstairs to hand my father one before plopping down in front of the television.

An action movie starring Jackie Chan was playing and Damien watched with interest but my mind had other priorities to deal with first.

"So why exactly did you kick me out of your house again?"

To say that Damien looked surprised would be a big fat lie. He looked at me, his eyes meeting mine for only just a second before turning back to face the television screen. "I knew you'd ask me that," he muttered. 

"Well then...are you going to tell me?" I asked hopefully. 

"Nope."

I groaned, putting my plate on the table and then turning to face him completely. "Come on Damien. I deserve to know."

"It's none of your business Makayla," he said sharply, annoyance mixing into his voice. "Just pretend like it never happened, alright? It would make it easier on all of us."

I glowered at him then with a huff, distanced myself till I was sitting far off on the other edge of the couch. Pretend like it never happened, eh? I could pretend really well in other aspects too.

"Makayla?"

I took a bite out of my sandwich, staring at the screen and plastering on an expression of genuine interest at the karate fight that was unfolding. Wow, Jackie Chan rocked.

"May?"

I ignored Damien, even when he scooted right over and nudged me.

"Do I hear a fly or bee in the room?" I muttered to myself but had said it loud enough for him to hear. Damien released a heavy sigh. "There's no winning with you, is there?" I didn't say anything.

"Fine. I'll tell you the truth."

"You really mean that?" I asked, giving him a sideways glance. The sincerity on his face spoke for itself. After finishing up my sandwich, I turned to him with a smug smile. "Okay then mister. Shoot."

Damien didn't look too happy. He pressed his lips together, breaking his gaze and fixed his gaze on his hands which he folded together.  "I'll tell you this in a nutshell alright? And I don't want you asking me any questions about it afterwards, okay?"

I nodded. "Alright. Deal." 

Damien didn't say anything for a few minutes. I was wondering if he would change his mind on telling me but right as I was about to ask him if he was planning on opening his mouth and speaking ever again, he did just that.

"You remember that phone-call I got?"

"Yeah, I do. From some girl named Jess."

"Jessie's my cousin. In all fairness, I don't have many relatives. No sisters, or brothers. Just my dad and I..and well my aunt and uncle and Jess."

"What about your mom?" For a moment, I thought he might refuse to answer my question because of the condition he'd laid down. Damien surprised me though; not because of the fact that he did answer my question, but with the answer he actually gave.

"She's dead." The way he'd said it...sounded almost emotionless. Like he didn't care. His green eyes met mine and they looked empty, but I knew he was hiding his true feelings. He was good at doing that. "She passed away when I was six years old." 

"Oh...I'm sorry to hear that." 

"I'm used to it." He shrugged indifferently. "Anyways, Jess called and told me that my dad was on the way home. And he doesn't really like having guests over. So that's why I made you go out." 

I blinked. That was it? That was the big mysterious secret that the guys and Damien had hidden from me? 

"You're kidding, right?" I glared at Damien, crossing my arms over my chest as I felt the anger bubble up inside of me. "This is the big truth that you and your little friends hid from me? The fact that your dad doesn't like having guests over?" 

Damien stared at me and I rambled on before he got the chance to say something. 

"You know it only takes a minute to say that. 'Hello, Makayla? Yeah, newsflash! My dad doesn't like it when I have people over. He's sort of an anti-social in that aspect. So maybe we could meet up later.' But no, instead you had to do it the hard way and just throw me out of your house like some dead mouse you found in your kitchen!"

I was getting worked up. My voice was rising so incredibly much that I sounded like I'd been working the past few hours blowing up balloons - with the helium effect and all. Damien, on the other hand, looked equally frustrated. But he didn't let it out in his voice like I did. 

Calmly, he said, "No further questions."

"This isn't some interview with the raving paparazzi mister! I'm your friend!" 

"Well then, you should shut up and watch the movie and stop pestering me," he snapped.

Now he was bringing out that attitude?

"No. I'm not going to shut up." 

I swear, Damien practically had fumes coming out of his nose and ears. "What is your problem? I answered your little question." 

"No, you didn't! You lied."

His eyes narrowed. Voice filled with venom, he hissed, "You're so needy. Wanting to know every single thing." 

That stung, a lot more than I'd expected it to. Feeling my eyes tear up in anger, I got to my feet. "Yeah well then maybe you ought to know something Damien. I was worried about you, thinking that something was wrong and I can't believe that for even one second I'd felt guilty about what happened at your house."

The tears started to fall, my vision growing blurry. But my voice was strong as I continued to yell at Damien who looked really taken aback. "That's right. I blamed myself a little for what happened. But I was such an idiot for wasting my time on you like that."

"May, I'm sorry." 

"Yeah, sure you are," I scoffed. "But you're right Damien. Maybe I am needy. Maybe I'm an inquisitive little snob but I have my reasons to be, reasons that I do not have to explain to you." 

Damien got to his feet, walking over to me and taking my hand but I pushed him away. Wiping away the tears out of my eyes, I stared up at him. My voice shook as the emotions overcame me.

"I hate people who lie to my face. Especially, when they try to cover up the truth in some lame attempt to make things easier for themselves. To make their life more convenient and easy to lead." 

Damien looked like he'd been slapped. Guilt washed over his face and he took another step towards me. Just as he was about to say something, my dad entered the room. 

"Hey, I thought I heard something. Is everything alright in here?"

"Just fine dad," I answered, forcing a smile on to my face as I looked at him. "Damien was just leaving." 

"Oh, that's a shame. It would have been nice to have one extra person join us for dinner," my dad said, sounding genuinely upset. "It was nice meeting you though Damien." 

"You too Sir." 

Damien didn't say anything as my dad walked us out the room and towards the front door, babbling on. But I felt his eyes on me, trying to read me and probably get a chance to apologize. I didn't care anymore though. I wanted him out. 

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A/N: I know I kept you guys hanging quite a while before posting this chapter. Those of you who had been expecting a kiss, sorry to disappoint ;) Nevertheless, if you enjoyed this update, please vote, comment and share the story with your friends! I would love to have a few more readers :3 Thank you all! <3

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